Too much judgment, maybe too much jealousy, I feel content about my place, but I’m pretty sure I need to step further back and let more lay where it lands without my influence.

So I go to a bar,
looking for that boy.
That’ll change my world,
but all I find when I get home.
I’m drunk and alone.

you left me to my lonesome self.

I was up too late last night,
with the lights down low with the lights down low and a bottle by my side,
wondering if you’d call me up to talk.

alone in the rain, and she never came.

And the time between at a barstool,
is the time that I like best.
My hellbound heart,
won’t give me rest.

That’s the key you know, going out of your way when you don’t have to. It is kind of funny when you can’t be bothered to go out of your way when you merely should.